PC

Politically correctness - the absolute farce,
Society moving beyond its beaten bounds.
Assholes in power striving to control,
the minds of their constituents, in their dark simpered rooms.

Never that!
I will think and say what I want regardless of what the whole world may say, and if they take exception to that fact, well a war to the knife is what they will face. No mercies offered, no quarter will be given,They who againt me bear arms, They shall be Taken,Idealistic, Innocent or by many demons driven,Regardless of how many of them must fall, For to me, my life and liberty are my All.

A Get-thee-quickly-well prayer... (I.O.G.D.)

May the morn dawn brightly,
with a healthy gait to your step,
and ever a worthy goal to be shortly met.

May you wear your years gently,
your fears far away swept,
and laughter never more than a heartbeat away.

May the wind never bar your way,
And streak instead to keep you safe,
and draw all the storms unto the boundless sea.

Dancing as a breeze clipped on a daffodil,

Carefree as the breeze longing for it's origins,

Indestructible as the spirit of man.

May you smile as the sun tickles the rose,
Nursing the newly-awake world on the paps of innocence.
Your path, your road awaits.

The dawn is not far removed from twillight,
Of the same stuff, in alike manner they linger or fade,
words may turn to song or poetry, prayer quickly made.

For such well-wishing constitutes love.
It is friendship, and caring, devotion, and respect,
combined I wish you well.
In every form, in every way.
At all times, come what may.

Fare you well. My dear.
Fare you well, never fear.
I shall hold you close, hold you safe,
Of dark scary shadows, you'll see no trace. (2x)

考え事

時の味
目と心誤魔化し
人間は気まぐれ
最後という以後に
誰が馬鹿？

A blessing to a friend part 2

There are many paths cross in the forested trails
That litter the journey we call life
Sometimes they go alone, and other times they merge
Sometimes for but a while, together, and sometimes forever.
Overhead the seasons flit from Springtime even to Wintry noon,
Though all exists in a constant state of change,
One thing remains the same, unchanged by the frenetic changing tides,
And that is Friendship, Bona Fide.
The connections between other travelers in Life tarry, all your life with you they remain.
May you treasure then this precious jewel of friendship shared, Among many a soul unconsciously bared,
May you find many a wonderful friend in your later journey,
Assured that the past connections that hold you to others and life are still there.
May you Live long and Live free. Without an ounce of anxiety.

茶

A blessing to a friend,

May you fly free and safe, to where many living dreams abound,
May you walk amidst still waters aplenty, in whose deeps true gold is found.
May you Keep Free, and Safe, and Healthy your mind, body and soul.
May your life ever be a Happy Story, Always Widely, and Boldly told.

Welcome message

Though late this missive may be,
and far from (perhaps) well-received,
Pray, let me join my voice to the gentle greeting wafting,
like unto to a savory silken smell drawn,
from a pie set to cool on a random windowpane,
and a rogue silently stalking,
sorely yearning to make the pie his own.

So tarry but a little, now and anon,
tarry a little to speak, have fun.
The might of time doth linger still,
if the mind is wracked not, of bitter anguish and ill,
Then senescence shall rightly stand aside,
for the glowing golden child playing inside.

When you listen to the song of wrath, you hear the words of fear.
Listen to that of hope, and Joy is free to wheedle in,
and unto, the many paths our minds are wont to take,
though twisted, misdirection is only blatantly made.

Though of many things this my greedy welcome may be rather wanting,
Know that the sons and daughters of Man are borne,
by the hope that at Dreaming's End, a Better Place stands waiting,
A higher Fun that we can all call home.

This is the last, and final of ulterior motives,
the uttermost end of the line,
the sight of it makes strong men whimper,
and the hardest soldier in fear to whine.

The golden gate is nigh,
where will YOU be when the waters are high?

Until then and later,
again, before,
and after,

May your fate tread deeply,
within verdant vales with still waters aplenty
No less in danger than safer,
each moment ringing with free, open, and true laughter:

which be good music to the soul.

by CIELO, Charles

what the?

Lorem ipsum vim
ut utroque mandamus intellegebat,
ut eam omittam ancillae sadipscing,
per et eius soluta veritus.

誠なる友達、距離に負けず、
友情という輪が広がり、
己から縁の紅い糸を結び、
我が人生に隠す真なる意義となす。
喜べ、人間よ。
時の川の清水を一滴も残さず、
人生は楽しむべし。

誠なる恋は、距離に負けず、
陰陽なる存在に関わらず、
粘り強く残る。
激しく感情に揺れず、
一本道で辿り着く、男女関係の妙な谷に
道が別れとも、一つに成っても、
愛の味は消えず、増す。

誠なる愚か者の言葉は
真実の音がする。
嘘は嘘の心を語る、
また後でこの話は続く。。。

Letters in the breeze

Kind of me to greet you,
Kind of you to greet me back.
The foundation of society
the very sweetness lies well therein.

Glow, Go and Growing
Established fact may be wrong
And lies are widely believed
Because they're easier to accept

Sometimes I wonder
if there's an original thought in my head,
It seems everything that's worth saying,
has already been long said...

Nonetheless, I continue typing this blog...

an Apple Pie

I happened by a small town, one day, as twillight crept across the ground.
The mossy smell of Spring just begun, was well and fully abroad,
and more so as Night finally crashed down,
upon a well-lit, prosperous town.
Each going about their business, indeed,
The day is over, tomorrow almost begun,
Coins changing hands, Healthy Commerce
could but ubiquitously echo, all around...

And yet, amidst all the gaiety of this dainty scene,
there lying destitute, alone, was a little Dream,
She was curled up against the approaching cold,
with eyes that have that Look - they were much, much too old,
for one of her little, sapient years.

I, bodiless, drifting with the aproaching breeze,
drew nearer, and saw
The poor thing, shivering, clenched her eyes tight,
Teeth grit grim, fighting the hunger
so obviously running amuck inside.

It was, you see, an Even, just as many that passed before,
And drifting all about were the simple folk going about their daily chores,
rushing home, for the Even meal was near done, you see,
and Home was simply the place to be...
And there,
above that alley, was a window that opened into a warm, golden place,
albeit one haunted with a subtle doom,
noone seemed to know tarried there.

For upon the windowsill a goodwife was laying down to cool,
the "piece de resistance" of the feast for that night,
a sight that made the very walls drool.
An apple pie, fresh from the oven, gleaming in reflected light.
And the poor child in tatters, in that odd corner lying,
Slave to poverty and strife.

The poor thing looked up,
And could not help, but have her mouth water at the sweet aroma that wandered in her belly and burned,
as a hundred, haggard tomcats lodged, wrestled within,
Could she be faulted for desiring all that she has thus seen?

And wailing softly, Fate drifted down to rest,
and inadvertently witnessed the goodwife meet the wretch.
Their eyes met, a thin tongue licked thinner lips wet,
A hopeful gaze directed to someone who just might hear.
A slight tightening around the eyes that could have meant anything,
accompanied a gaze just short of being harder than steel.

But here the Question is laid to rest,
Will the goodwife partake of her fortune
to the Wretched
cowering at her feet???

This is the Test.
The only one you have, and will have everyday, though in unique pattern, all through out.

That night in either of two senses a "killing" will be made,
One to end in compounded benefit,
and the other to compounded shame...

But before Things were decided, I decided to wander still farther on,
And witnessed a poor Dream waiting at many a window sill,
Though many also rejoiced in homes big or small,
Funny how noone notices the Fates that wander at the edge of it All ...

What is your Dream? And how well do you TREAT it?
You know your own answer,
you answer only to your own.

And so, yet still, I wander on...